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growing up


Growing up she wondered who she'd become

a child born of hardship with little hope to see the sun

from a country of oppression her story began

with a mother burdered with pain and regret

and a father bearly a man

a sickly child who's days seemed numbered

a sickly child who's nights echoed with anguised screams and bruises

she often marvaled at the hurt youth could endure

the betrales only children knew how to forgive

the dissappointments they learened to associate with hope

A hope came to her in the shape of a plane

a country that was only a name

and a mother who's strenght seemed infinate

In this new hope she gained a future 

a tommorow that was no longer as uncertain

but the cost of  tomorrow was innocence

no longer was she a baby with the privlige of ignorance

she was now aware

aware of the misgivings that were her burdens to bare

burdens the began with the word divorce

growing up she wondered who she's become

a stepchild ugly, odd, and often alone

her days filled with hatefull taunting

accompanied with self loathing

her nights plauged by anguished screams and dark bruises

many nights her tears cradled her to sleep 

wishing the rain would wash her from this world that didn't seem fit for her

a forginer who didn't fit society

an outsider who didnt fit at home

growing up she wondred who she'd become

she prayed to be stronger so that she may survive

she prayed to avoid the trap the that seemed to own her mother's life

she prayed to bocome a beacon of light on her siblings lives

she prayed to defeat her past so as to claim her future

she prayed as she wondered who she'd become

today she looks in the mirror at the women she is

no longer is she sickly

no longer is she defined by the word divorce

no longer does she call herself ugly

 no longer is she alone

her scars still are there but they too have faded with time

her heart though sometimes still is broken has slowly begun to heal

she is women who is strong and confident 

she has been forged in the flames of hardship 

and has emerged victorious

she no longer wonders who she will become 

because she knows who she is

she is me and I am her

and our future is the world

 

 

 

 

 

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Comments (2)

MVP-Most Valuable Poet
<p>powerful reflection about your mom</p><p>from what i gather, this poem speaks about your mom&#39;s hardships, but she also found a way to overcome all obstacles by faith and determination</p><p>very inspiring piece to you and others that relate to your mom&#39;s hardships</p><p>great job and keep writing</p>
Amiblu3
<p>this poem can also be found on my blog&nbsp;<a href="http://moonlitwonder.wordpress.com/">http://moonlitwonder.wordpress.com/</a></p>

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